As a hart cries longingly for rivulets of water, so does my soul cry longingly to You, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God; when will I come and appear before God?
My tears were my bread day and night when they say to me all day long, « Where is your God? »
These things I will remember, and I will pour out my soul [because of the pain which is] upon me, how I passed on with the throng; I walked slowly with them until the house of God with a joyful shouting and thanksgiving, a celebrating multitude.
Why are you downcast, my soul, and why do you stir within me? Hope to God, for I will yet thank Him for the salvations of His presence.
My God, my soul is downcast upon me; therefore, I will remember You from the land of Jordan and the peaks of Hermon, from the young mountain.
Deep calls to deep to the sound of Your water channels; all Your breakers and waves passed over me.
By day, may the Lord command His kindness, and at night, may His resting place be with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
I will say to God, my Rock, « Why have You forgotten me? Why should I walk in gloom under the oppression of the enemy? »
With murder in my bones, my oppressors have reproached me by saying to me all day long, « Where is your God? »
Why are you downcast, my soul, and why do you stir within me? Hope to God, for I will yet thank Him for the salvations of my countenance and my God.